Teaser for # 200!

Below is a teaser as a treat for all those who helped me reach 200 likes. It’s a scene relatively early on in Empyreal Illusions. Feel free to leave your thoughts below or on my FB feed. Let’s get my Facebook to 300 for another one! Thank you once again to all 🙂

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She ran across Purgaire as fast as her legs would take her and finally came to a panting stop just outside her house. Nightfall had settled in along the way, bringing with it the danger she had never quite grown used to. Moving quickly was the only way to really avoid the rumormongers and cutthroats that came out after sunset. Even so, she found solace in listening to the deep hooting of the owls and the sorrowful songs of the crickets. She liked to think they were as lonely as her. Within minutes the tears ceased flowing from her glossy eyes. Sure, things would be harder now without the barkeep’s coin. Leaving The Laughing Banshee was necessary, though. She could not expect to stay his maid forever.Breena sat on the brown, dead grass outside the rundown hovel she called home and bowed her head. No, it’s just a house. It has never been a home. She crossed her legs beneath her and wiped at her cheeks with her sleeve. There had been a time when she had such great plans for her future. She was too young for them to already be gone. Would her life have turned out differently if she was born elsewhere?

In fact, part of her wished she could cry more so it would blot out the scenery around her. The harsh residential district of her town was like the abandoned project of a delusional madman. Her house was just one of dozens built on poor, uneven foundations and composed of small, lopsided rooms teeming with insects. The land around them was terribly arid, too. Only a few tall patches of grass sprouted up here and there. Muddy trails and dirty roads covered everything else.

Breena could not help but curse the shoes she walked in. Why me? She would not find any safety or peace here. Constables ignored the crimes that transpired behind the boarded windows and closed doors of the slums. It’s better to avoid a problem than become a part of it, they would say. She had heard it all before. They had no real authority. Breena despised them all for it. They made no attempt to clean up the streets or stifle the hundreds of wrongdoings that occurred daily. She lived in endless fear because of them. In truth, they were responsible for the whole town’s decrepit state.

Even the distant brilliance of a hundred stars could not bring any light to Purgaire or her mood. If only she could leave this horrid town and never look back! Still, she would sooner grasp her own shadow before that see that dream come to fruition. The streets had sharpened her mind and senses, yes, but she was still too young and weak to survive on her own for long. Having wits and quick fingers were not always enough.

She had already accepted the fact that her childhood was gone. Truthfully, she had never had one. Mother made sure of that. The world would not change tonight, tomorrow, or ever. Believing that dawn would one day break over the cloud above her was more dangerous than withering beneath it. Hope and faith were luxuries she could not afford.

The idea that Korvan and his sadistic patrons lusted for her sent shivers down her spine. What would anyone see in her? Her body was her only possession that nobody could ever take. She was proud of it, even with a thin, somewhat boyish figure that had lost its sheen years ago. She would rather perish a thousand times than face their violation.

Korvan…the bastard’s just like all the others.

Breena let out a wistful sigh and swallowed hard. The unusual silence that filled the air made her suddenly edgy. The creeps and ruffians would be coming out of hiding soon. Lingering outdoors was far from wise, especially while she still wore the barkeep’s humiliating attire.

She reluctantly stood and let her upset gaze wander to a snow-white glimmer in a nearby tree. At once her brows narrowed for a better view and a delighted gasp escaped her mouth. She could almost feel the dimples in her cheeks form while the muscles above her lips twitched. Why does it hurt when I smile?

A small, startling dove was perched atop the tree’s highest branches in a nest composed of twigs. Its feathers were as pure as the flakes of snow that would soon fall in the upcoming weeks. The bird was easily the most beautiful thing she had seen the entire week. It was hard not to feel a pang of jealousy towards it. To her, the bird was the embodiment of splendor and freedom. She would be ever grateful if she, too, had wings. She would go far, far away to a land where nobody knew her name.

I would go to Tian. Yes, Tian. The thought of the upstart town in the south filled her with ease. What she would give to be there…! The dove belongs somewhere better, too. What is it doing in Purgaire, anyway? The rest of the world must be so amazing. One day…one day, I’ll also be free. I’ll never come back to this dump. Let it burn for all I care. I’ll rise from it like a phoenix from ashes. If only…if only I…. She could not find words true enough to finish the desperate thought. This was not the time to give in to gloom.

If wishes were horses then beggars would ride, though, she glumly mulled. Her environment had long since made her numb and cynical. It’s still nice to dream sometimes. Why, though? Why me?

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2 Responses to “Teaser for # 200!”
  1. kvluck says:

    Your writing is strong and I have read over 100 blogs/short stories the past two weeks. I would make some recommendations. Start out with paragraph about her body being something they couldn’t have. It was really attention grabbing.

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